The Girl Who Got Lost (Confidently!)

I was on my way to the lift when a group of (cute) Arab guys asked me where the Maternity ward is. I told them it’s in the third floor, same floor as where I’m headed. So they went to the lift with me. I could barely understand what they were saying so I just read their body language. One guy was holding a passport and some paper. Then another guy asked something which I understood as, if the guy holding the passport brought his marriage certificate. So I figured maybe his wife delivered a baby. I was about to ask if my thoughts were correct when the door opened, so I immediately went out and (confidently) told them, “Here, follow me. It’s the way on your right.” They were still inside the lift peeking. Then one of the guy said, “I thought the Maternity ward is on the 3rd floor. This is only the 2nd floor.”

Oooooppppssss…

To compose myself, I just laughed and said, “Oh, is it? Ahahaha! I thought we’re on the 3rd floor already. Hahaha!”

I just made a fool of myself, didn’t I?

So I went inside the lift again and said, “Sorry, I didn’t know somebody pressed 2.”

The guy with the passport smiled and said, “Must be a long day, huh?”

“Well, sort of…”I said, just to hide my embarrassment.

They speak English fluently, by the way.

Even if I know where I’m going, I still get lost…Hmp!

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Which Way Did She Go?!

I am a person with a very terrible sense of direction. I can never go anywhere without someone to accompany me. When I go someplace new with my friends, I don’t even remember the route we’ve headed because I’m always busy talking. So when I’m asked to meet someone in a place I’m not familiar with, I will then bargain with that person to meet me in a place I’m more familiar with instead.

But I love going to new places, oh yes siree, I love it. But I’m always, always with someone. I can only go alone to a new place when I’ve been there. Only then will I become attentive of my surroundings, noticing the landmarks that I have failed to take note of when I’m traveling with my friends.

I have this fear of getting lost. When I feel that I’m lost, I start to panic. When I panic, I go home, not being able to reach the place where I’m supposed to go. I remember that terrible feeling when I was a child. I couldn’t find my Mom in a building where all the doors are all identical. I went out of the room to see what’s outside. When I came back, there were a lot of doors and I couldn’t remember where I came from. So I cried and kept calling my Mom. It took a long time before they found me. Eversince then, I never let them out of my sight. My brother, when he got lost and found my parents, he said, “Mommy, Daddy, you got lost!”

The first time that I’ve traveled alone to a new place was when I went to Saipan to visit my older sister. I was very, very scared. But I have discovered that I can be brave. I then enjoyed being alone and attentive (as opposed to?). And that’s when I started to like traveling and going to unfamiliar places alone.

It’s an accomplishment for me when I’ve gone to an unfamiliar place whether I’ve gotten lost ot not. I learn to remember the details more and discover a lot of things while traveling. An acquaintance once told me that she loves hopping in any random bus that passes by and discover where it would lead her to . I wanna be like her: carefree, confident, and uninhibited.

I love the feeling of discovering the unknown. I love being lost in a crowd. I love talking to and meeting random strangers (well, except the suspicious ones). I love watching people while I’m sitting on a bench. I love spending time alone with myself not minding anyone else but me. I love it when I’m not thinking(and what would that make me?! I don’t even notice when I’m deep in thought).

I still have a terrible sense of direction. I guess it’s innate. I couldn’t even distinguish left from right without looking at my arms for guidance. But it kind of makes my traveling fun. If I know how to follow directions, I wouldn’t know how to get lost, would I?

Just think about it. 😉